Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Aural Exciters,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.